As part of their Boomers @50+ feature, the good ‘ol (and I mean that in the most respectful manner) folks over at AARP gathered up a handful of prominent Baby-Boomers to highlight three of the popular arts linked to those born between 1946 and 1964. The same 76 million who “…reaped all the benefits of the postwar period’s extraordinary economic growth.” And as labeled by other gens, “The spoiled brats.”
I be one.
Admittedly, I probably match up with the latter more than I care to reveal. As P.J. O’Rourke wrote in his contributing essay:
“Yes, we’re spoiled rotten. We’re self-absorbed. And it seems like we’ll never shut up. But the boomers made a better world for everyone else. You’re welcome.”
“The boomers have been good at taking things: Mom’s car without permission, drugs, umbrage at the establishment, draft deferments, advantage of the sexual revolution, and credit for the civil rights and women’s liberation movements that rightly belongs to prior generations. The one thing that can be left in plain sight without us putting our sticky mitts on it is responsibility. Ask our therapists. Or the parents we haven’t visited at the extended-care facility.”
If I do anything on this blog, it is to examine the arts of books, music, and movies. Along with my history (or angst), with them. I confess it’s a tad self-absorbed, and so typical of my generation. With that said, I’ll add my set to the well-known contributors AARP selected for each of their Essential Boomer picks. First up, Erica Jong takes on the following with her stellar list:
The Catcher in the Rye (1951) by J.D. Salinger — Erica: “Our adolescent angst defined.” Me: Can’t argue against her selection, or its top placement.
Catch-22 (1961) by Joseph Heller — Erica: “The antiwar novel to end all antiwar novels.” Me: She’s two for two for a pair only published ten years apart, and a chasm in-between.
The Fire Next Time (1963) by James Baldwin — Erica: “The book that awakened New Yorker readers to the souls of black Americans.” Me: I’ll answer your Baldwin with Ralph Ellison’s The Invisible Man (1952).
The Group (1963) by Mary McCarthy — Erica: “The book that told us about our mothers’ lives.” Me: I’ll go with Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer (1952), and I don’t want to imagine what this juxtaposition means.
Couples (1968) by John Updike — Erica: “”Welcome to the post-pill paradise,” as one liberated character says.” Me: I know you couldn’t in all modesty, but I’ll nominate your Fear of Flying (1973).
The Whole Earth Catalog (1968) by Stewart Brand — Erica: “How to be green and save the globe.” Me: Well, if you wish to be ecological, see Frank Herbert’s seminal sci-fi classic, Dune (1965).
Portnoy’s Complaint (1969) by Philip Roth — Erica: “The penis as an instrument of men’s liberation.” Me: Not a direct corollary, but I’ll answer with In Cold Blood (1969) by Truman Capote.
Sisterhood is Powerful (1970) by Robin Morgan — Erica: “The book that told us how not to relive our mothers’ lives.” Me: Robert M Pirsig answered my philosophical questions with Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974) .
The Female Eunuch (1970) by Germaine Greer — Erica: “Sexuality is power. Renouncing it only makes us powerless.” Me: I have to include Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (1953) somewhere on my list. Why not here.
Diet for a Small Planet (1971) by Frances Moore Lappé — Erica: “The first book to make us aware that Earth’s resources are far from infinite.” Me: The finite life detailed in The Autobiography of Malcolm X (1965) remains one for the ages, and this boomer.